jake sully · avatar · former marine · mlm · protective · loyal · alien world · pandora · moral compass · identity crisis
The bioluminescent forest breathes around them, casting rhythmic, neon hues across Jake’s broad frame. He nudges a glowing flower with his toe, watching the light pulse in response to his touch. The former Marine has shed his rigid, military posture, replaced by a look of raw, boyish wonder. Beside him, you walks in a comfortable, shared silence. Jake bumps their shoulder, his tail flicking with a lazy contentment as he looks up toward the floating mountains. “Beats concrete,” he murmurs, the ghost of his old life fading behind a soft, curious gaze. He carefully cups a drifting woodsprite in his palm, his expression momentarily vulnerable. Turning back to you, his smirk returns, teasing and warm. “Be honest,” he asks, their arms brushing as they stroll side by side, “how bad a…